Saturday, June 23, 2012

Bucket list item #1: CHECK!

We did our sigh...

This is just about as badA as I'm gonna get

My ward>> your ward

Think about it. How many of your wards would let a bunch of hormone crazed teenagers go down to Moab with little rules for 4 days?? Yeah, not many! Good thing is, we have incredible youth and little rules didnt mean we would run amuck. We're really great friends, actually.

Highlights:
Awkward dance parties on the tables
iPod game
Ghloe Cilmour
Cliff jumping
Hiking
Sleeping under the arch
Waterfall
30 minute bloody nose
Jeeping
Getting stranded
Kades Crib
Otis
Sunburns
Tans
Almost setting Moab on fire
Cheers
Funny boys
Bathing in the river
Midnight potty runs
Bullfrogs
Bugs
Sock Tan lines
Shadow puppets
Joshua Radin
AND SO MUCH MORE!!


....and she was never more excited to see them all.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Moab: day 3: crazy adventures

Today we did poison spider in the jeeps. The first group started at 6 am, and planned on being back by 10... At the latest. Little did we know it would take about 6 hours longer than that.

We started and finished the run with no problems. But when we got to the top to turn back, bishops serpentine belt something- or- other fell off and broke. The best part is that Gary and my dad had to drive two and a half hours back into town to get a tiny nut that was lost when it fell off. So they left us at the top with a little food, water, and shade... For four hours... In 100 degree weather. It was awful/ exciting.

They finally got back and rescued us. They even brought us food, which we had run out of (mostly because me, Jill, and Kade fed all the granola bars to Otis, our bluejay). Bish told us they would have it fixed by the time we were done eating, but nope. It took 2 more hours.

Anyway, we finally made it down the mountain. And you wanna know the first thing I did?? I got naked and jumped in the river. Jk. I put spanks and a tank on and then jumped. We bathed and floated and had a grand time. Then I lotioned up, got the sand out of my crevices, and now I'm in my bloody hot tent writing this lovely post.



.....and she smelled of river, sand, sweat, and laughter, loving it the whole time.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Worst news EVER.

I can't dance.
I can't run.
I can't do my half marathon.
I wanna cry.., but I have to go to Moab. I'm surprised I'm allowed to hike..


...and all that hard work payed off how?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A hike, three girls, and the best summer ever

**((just so everyone is aware, [if anyone reads what I have to say] this blog is doubling as my summer 2012 journal. This way I can get all my pictures in every post and I won't have yo worry about terrible handwriting))

Today, after going to the doctors office to discover I have some kind of IT injury (we don't know the specifics yet), I went hiking with my best friends. We went to the PG waterfall, and had a blast.
We carved our initials in a tree, we showered under the waterfall, and we laughed until our bellies hurt. We are really cute people (I brag a lot when it comes to us).
We then chilled at Madalyn's house. I did get asked on a date by an old friend. My new "friend" wasn't too happy about it, though. But really, I've never been asked on a date. I really couldn't turn down the opportunity... He's just going to have to tough the night out without me, I guess.
Mama Shelly is gooder (this is a word we CTCOD use). She invited is for chops tonight! Not that I need the fattening up (guys, I weight 117. I haven't weighed this much since last summer. Its stressing me out).
Overall, it was a great day!

I love my girls :) no one could ever be as lucky as me! I don't care how lovely you think your best friends are, we beat you.


ONE A SCALE OF 1-CUTE, WE'RE ADORABLE.

Steph got a good battle wound, too!!

....she had an aspiring camel toe.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

She writes words so beautifully.

It's a shame we are no longer friends. I feel like I write about her often, always as a memory.

If I could put my life and thoughts into words the way you can, I could change the world. I have the ideas, and I have the passion, but you're the one who possesses the power to say them.

You're the inspiration I always hear at the right time, always hiding, but always there.

Life moves on. She's the best example of showing me that.


Thanks old friend. Your way of words are stunning.


...and she evaluated the situation.

Making a difference/ HAPPY Dads day!

It's so nice to hear that I'm making a difference in someone's life. Like... Hearing that they've reconsidered things really makes me take a step back a look at the way I act; clearly I've done something right, but I know I can do better.
Thanks for letting me be there :)

*And here is the awkward transition:

I love my dad :) he drives me crazy, but that's only because I'm exactly like him. He is always doing what he can to make me successful; he only wants the best for his biggest little girl, and I can't complain :) I am proud to have someone so incredible, kind, hardworking, and dedicated as a father; he's passed all those traits to me. I would be the luckiest girl to marry someone as great as him one day :) I love my dad!!